Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.